A Dream without Ambition

  “ Having to be up so early after working so late should be a crime. ”        Nessa grumbled, trying not to fall back asleep.

‘ you’re… a different case. ‘

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༺ Bars, well quite honestly were somewhere she was found a lot. There wasn’t really else much for her to do. Not like she really made enough money to do anything exciting, and honestly the drinks were all practically water to her. She always sat in the back, away from most and just watched. Rabbit enjoyed just watching a situation, seeing how people are.

Maybe that’s how she noticed the creep, talking to the girl who quite honestly was very obvious about wanting to be left alone. Brown eyes watching carefully as she observed, the man wasn’t getting the hint. Looking down at her own drink, and finishing it off, she walked up. She wasn’t about to let some guy just… honestly pester the other the whole night. Besides, he was obnoxiously loud and was getting annoying even to her.

The blonde, if anything, was an amazing actor at times. Resting her arm on the bar beside the woman she just saved, as the man made the rude remark Rabbit simply winked at him and stuck a tongue out at him behind his back. Letting a single laugh out, she turned to the other, waving it off. Her smile was sincere and kind. Honestly she was just glad to help, there was really no reason to thank her in her own mind.

          ❝ Huh? Oh, ya don’ need t’ worry ‘bout it, friend. The guy looked like a                 creep, and ‘a didn’t want ya gettin’ hurt or somethin’. Gotta love the                 oblivious drunks, ammi right? Ya sound like ya had a hard day                 though… If ya don’t think it’s weird, babe, can ‘a buy ya another                 drink? ❞

The usual relationship pet name was emphasized as a joke, and the young adult took a seat next to the other. Really, quite honestly hoping that she wasn’t intruding- or in fact that her S.O. might show up at any moment and kick her ass for ‘flirting’, Rabbit was somewhat looking for- well for conversations. Taverns, Bars. Doesn’t really matter- weren’t they all just a place to meet and talk to other people? And that’s all she really wanted to do. Hoping that the joke of calling her babe wouldn’t go over a boundary, she laughed at her own little joke if you could call it that towards the situation and smiled at her.

And honestly, part of her wanted to make sure that the pink haired other wasn’t bothered again, or that the guy didn’t come back to try and get both of them. Not that she was really scared of him, she knew she could kick the guys ass, she just wanted to make sure that after the long day that the other had- well that she actually had a break. That’s always something important after all.

Rabbit though, was smiling happily, and seemed to lighten her demeanor a bit as he left, seeing as she was no longer trying to intimidate someone. Amazing how great of lengths someone will go to for a stranger. ༻

      While it didn’t seem like much to the other, it meant a lot to Nessa.        Even to a rude stranger, she was so conditioned from customer       service to watch her words. Plus, the amount of crime dramas,       Forensics Files and other investigative shows she watched was       enough for her to be wisely wary of saying the wrong thing to the       wrong person with no way to back it up. Sure, she could throw a       mean kick, but as if that would hold out long against a muscle       trained lunatic. 

      She was extremely grateful to have someone willing to speak so       brazenly with no fear of consequence. Either the girl could hold her       own or just didn’t think twice on things like that. Either way, it was       enough to set the wary girl at ease. 

      Lips curled more into a smile at the comment and offer. She       hesitated more for a brief moment, debating if another drink was       worth it-- she was quite the light weight- or if she should call it a       day. Seeing as her last drink was soured with the last man’s rude       interruption, she figured she might as well take the girl up on the       offer. 

      Who knows, perhaps the conversation could lead to a friendship.

  “ Know what, sure. I’m usually not much of a drinker or even a bar       patron. But my fiancee’s working the night shift at the hospital and       after my night at work, i’m not too eager to rush home. ” Dog was       staying with a friend for the weekend so nothing was waiting for the       girl other than an empty apartment, and she wasn’t too excited for       that prospect, especially not after this night. “ Plus, I sorta want to       make sure my new fan over there isn’t going to trail after me. I can        be a little over paranoid. ”

      She took a sip of her water while she waited for the new drink.       While she wasn’t much of a water fan, and often only drank it if       there was a flavor packet in it, she was smart enough to at least       drink some while drinking alcoholic beverages. The last thing       Vicky needed to deal with after a long night of work was coming       home to hung over Nessa. 

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It’s hard in general to get Nessa to leave her apartment, as she’s usually one that’ll find a last minute excuse to ditch the event and stay home and lazy. Generally, though, the type of events she loves to partake in are conventions (Mostly anime/geek), or things involving animals. Generally, she tends to avoid most parties (unless it’s with friends playing video games and board games), and doesn’t often go to drinking events. 

Jade didn’t care for the situation. He didn’t like people, let along strangers. However, he was a father and a teacher- it was his instinct to encourage one when they needed it. 

“Nobody starts out knowing all of it. Whether or not you choose to return to schooling, you will begin to understand. You’re probably only stressed out because of your environment. Here.” Jade walked around so he was facing her properly and closed the textbook, taking her papers with it. “You can take this home. Go to sleep, then look at it again tomorrow. Surely you won’t be worse off by reading a little, hmm?”

      Hazel eyes lazily cast up at the man. Science was always       something she struggled with and it was the whole reason she       hadn't gone into Pre-Vet when she first went to college. Still, she       gave a resigned nod and stood up. The student collected all her       papers, and in turn the book, pulling them close to her chest.

“Yeah, i’m really glad for that. Thank you.” He wished his voice could sound less monotone and show more of his genuine appreciation but showing his emotions properly was still a problem he had to fix. He felt bad for falling straight into her home and nearly hitting her but he really was grateful that the water was there to break his fall.

He noticed her leaning closer and he felt himself lean back on instinct. He quickly tried to move by shoving some hair out of his face to mask that he’d leaned away. He didn’t want to come off as rude to the nice monster after all. He looked around trying to determine if she was curious about him or something behind him. Her question answered his question and made him look back to her.

He glanced down a bit nervously and nodded. “Yes I am. I-I promise I don’t mean any harm to you or the Underground or any monsters though. I’m just kind of stuck down here.”

      Eyes shimmered with the response, excitement filling her. Her       family had taught her to hate humans, but despite that she       found herself reading their comics, admiring their fashion and       fascinated with them. She never thought she could get the       chance to meet one, especially where the stream she had       chosen to bond to was located.

      As The Nymph realized how close she had gotten, she shifted       back a bit in hope of making it less awkward. " Oh-- right right.       Of course. I believe you. You wouldn't have been so concerned       if you had hurt me if you wished to harm me. " Of course, her       family told her she was too trusting, and this was going to get       her in trouble one day, but she would rather it be too trusting       than not at all.

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      It was an irritation she had dealt with numerous times from her      work at the hotel. People would hit on her, and despite her       claiming she was a lesbian and quite possibly taken, no one       listened to her-- that or they assumed they could be the only       man with a lesbian. 

      Whatever the reason, it was irritating. She got so irritated so       fast, and it already took a lot to get her to go out and be social.       So when she had decided to stop by the bar after a particularly       stressful work day and had a particularly persistent jerk hitting       on her, she was about at the end of her ropes. 

      The sudden female voice caught her off guard, initially       assuming it to be directed towards someone else. However, as      the girl approached her and gave her the feeling it was an       attempt to save her, Nessa realized she finally had a savior.       Lips curved up to a grateful smile as she turned to her faux       girlfriend.

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